Chapter 402

Red Line, Holy Land, Sky City.

After receiving word that Lafitte’s undercover operation had succeeded, Seven began to consider: should he move Vegapunk’s laboratory here?

Unlike Caesar and Gatz’s artificial Devil Fruit experiments, Vegapunk’s Peacekeeper Project had already reached mass-production capability.

And the prototype for this one was Blackbeard.

Though its appearance was ugly, its power was terrifying—even stronger than the Peacekeepers modeled after Big Mom in Seven’s memory.

Once mass-deployed, the force at Seven’s disposal would become even more formidable.

We must also thank Satan Saint and the World Government for their years of effort, without which the Peacekeepers could not have been mass-produced.

It’s as if they built the wedding dress for Seven.

Such a weapons factory is extremely important.

Stationing a Marine Admiral here permanently would be a gross waste of talent; better to place it on the Red Line and free up Kizaru.

To do something more meaningful.

Once everything stabilizes, internal reorganization will be necessary—within the Marines, and within the Revolutionary Army too.

Seven isn’t afraid of betrayal, but if he, as the founding monarch, doesn’t do these things, future leaders will find it far harder to make changes.

Moreover, Seven doesn’t wish his future retirement to be disturbed by petty matters; better to do what must be done to perfection now.

You can’t keep burdening your future self with every little thing—sending Yimu to the future has already caused him trouble enough.

At that moment, Shiryu knocked on the door.

“Captain, the Loan King Dufield, the Warehouse King Giberon, and the Funeral King Peklo have all been captured.”

“Good work.” Seven nodded.

“Keep monitoring the Four Seas. By the way, have you found Elaine Saint?”

Coincidentally, when Seven attacked Mary Geoise, Elaine Saint had just left Vegapunk’s laboratory, leading his family guards back to Mary Geoise.

Then he vanished.

It wasn’t that Seven hesitated to eliminate Elaine Saint—he simply realized the boy had eaten the Ship-Ship Fruit, and if properly developed, he could be useful for future space travel.

“Still searching. Should we send more troops?”

“No need.” Seven smiled. “Elaine Saint was born into wealth—he’s never known hardship. He’ll show up eventually.”

“Maintaining stability is the top priority. You’ll have to work hard for now; once everything settles, we’ll have it easy.”

“Kill every slave trader, every pirate looting in the chaos.”

“I’ve got your back.”

Hearing this, Shiryu’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin: “As you wish, Captain.”

“Go on.”

In times of chaos, harsh laws are needed; for deep-rooted illness, strong medicine is required.

The pirate world had long been terminally ill, its decay entrenched beyond remedy—toppling the World Government alone would not solve everything.

Eight hundred years of slavery, class privilege, and power-driven plunder had seeped into every inch of the Four Seas, weaving a suffocating net of evil.

The old order left behind not just a collapsed government, but countless twisted minds, hardened interests, hidden ambitions, and cowardly opportunism.

Seven had once considered gentler methods, but reality proved: they were useless.

To be merciful to evildoers is to be cruel to the virtuous.

To compromise with the old powers invites further encroachment; to turn a blind eye to hidden rules invites darkness to return.

If we do not now strike with thunderous force and establish iron laws, this sea will never know true dawn.

It’s just a matter of killing more people.

And the world has no shortage of people.

Soon after, Seven went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to meet with Fujitora, Big Mom, Sengoku, and Dragon.

The meeting’s content was broadcast live via Den Den Mushi to Marine Headquarters, all branches, and Revolutionary Army outposts.

Whitebeard, Gold Lion, Kaido, and others had initially been willing to attend, but after just one day, they all declared: “We’ll follow your lead.”

Seven didn’t insist they stay—they were all allies, and he would never let them down.

“Captain,” Fujitora spoke first.

“Impel Down and Enies Lobby have both expressed willingness to surrender, but the Enies Lobby Chief Justice and CP want their past crimes pardoned, otherwise…”

Seven laughed bitterly, turning to his personal secretaries, Xia Ni and Xia Lu.

“Send Newgate and Shi Ji with a force to Enies Lobby. Send every Enies Lobby official and CP agent to Wano to mine. Notify Wano’s Judicial Department to send personnel to take over.”

“Yes.”

Fuck, you don’t even know who’s the king here? You dare bargain with me?

Do you think you’re Yimu?

With that, Seven raised his eyes, scanning the faces of those present—grim, weary.

“Gentlemen, let me reiterate:

We are undertaking a historic endeavor—not merely toppling the World Government, but liberating every slave and building a world where everyone has enough to eat.”

“Anyone who tries to obstruct us—kill them.”

“There is no room for compromise here. If we don’t carry justice through to the end now, what’s the difference between us and the World Government?”

“The revolution is not yet complete—we must still strive.”

“Rest assured: military funds, rations, equipment, logistics—all supplies will be delivered immediately, not a single coin withheld, no merit overlooked.”

“I hope you will all uphold justice.”

“All the blame for the killings—I will bear it alone.”

“Stabilize the Four Seas as soon as possible. No mistakes allowed at the World Conference in three months.”

“Yes.”

Seven’s unwavering resolve to carry justice through was instantly transmitted to the frontlines via Den Den Mushi; both Marines and Revolutionary Army surged forward like men possessed.

Leading the charge was Akainu, who had once been at odds with Seven.

The justice Seven sought to enforce aligned perfectly with Akainu’s lifelong belief in absolute justice.

With Seven Saint’s guarantee, frontline troops no longer feared retaliation from the old aristocracy.

The Marines and Revolutionary Army, firing on all cylinders, delivered a full-spectrum dimensional strike against the Four Seas.

At this moment, the old regime’s vested interests finally understood: Seven Saint was serious—not just talking.

But what could they do?

They had no choice but to release all slaves, surrender peacefully to the Marines, try minor offenders on the spot, and send the worst criminals to Enies Lobby for trial.

Everything was moving toward a better, brighter future.

In truth, even without Seven, if the Marines and Revolutionary Army had united with resolve, they could have toppled the World Government.

Seven was merely the one who stepped forward as leader.

East Blue, Konomi Islands.

Cocosia Village pier.

A bulky figure stood before a fishball cart, shouting to the bustling pier.

“Three-color fishballs! Delicious three-color fishballs!”

Seeing no customers, the big man muttered: “Did I make them too bad? When Little White Hair sold these, people lined up.”

“Big Head! Big Head!”

Several hurried figures sprinted over; the skinny leader gasped at the fishball cart.

“Little White Hair…”

“Became… King of the World.”

“What?!” Big Head grabbed the news paper, stared at the front page—there, clear as day, was the victory tally of the Victory Morning Star Alliance, and the World King, Barzab Seven Saint.

“Shit, we beat up little…”